No one can accuse Eels main man, E (born Mark Oliver Everett), of shying away from lifes ugliness. Having already covered cancer and suicide in previous efforts, its only natural that E would take murder for a spin, as he does here on his fifth album. When I was born, the doctor said/Theres something wrong inside that baby head, he sings to open the album, consciously goofing on Muddy Watersstyle Chicago blues and setting the stage for the slow descent into madness that follows. But its a pleasant trip. On Good Old Days, E cushions superdepressing lyrics (These could be the good old days) with a serene acoustic guitar refrain. His painful heartbreak in Dirty Girl is couched in jaunty, upbeat guitar-pop hooks. His real accomplishment, though, is capturing the humanity and, daresay, the romance in the mind of a killer, drawing the listener into this mad, mad world until it makes a chilling amount of sense.